"Let's welcome our mysterious guest today—Olivia Lewis!" Annan's voice echoed alongside.
The spotlight on the stage shone down on her almost simultaneously, causing Olivia Lewis to squint her eyes momentarily, instinctively raising a hand to shield them.
At the same time, a similar beam of light illuminated a nearby spot, accompanied by the sound of a piano.
Olivia Lewis instinctively looked towards the center of attention on the stage—August Oliver sat on a high stool, his long legs stretched out in a lazy, devil-may-care manner. His hair, dyed an ashen blonde, had a few rebellious strands falling onto his forehead, and the naturally narrow eyes were accentuated with gold dust, creating a smoky effect, adding to his soul-stirring audacious aura. His prominent nose caught the light, so striking one couldn't look away. His rose-hued lips curved into a rare smile, and those eyes, more dazzling than the myriad lights on the stage, focused intently on her.
